Lyrics

Murphysboro Blues
By Roger Bain circa 1973 ©2018 RB

I’ve got the Murphysboro Blues
And I just can’t seem to eat a bite
Well my belt’s on the last notch
Still my pants ain’t tight
I better find my good girl
So I can get some sleep tonight

Look at the apple blossoms
Everywhere you go
The Dogwood flowers
Come up right after the snow
I’m leaving this town
And I’m not coming back here anymore

Believe I’ll spend some time
On the courthouse lawn today
Maybe drink some wine
And chase these problems away
I’m going to drink some wine
On the courthouse lawn today

Break

There’s some people tell you
That the Murphysboro Blues ain’t bad
There’s some people tell you
That the Murphysboro Blues ain’t bad
Then it must not have been
Those old Murphysboro Blues that I had